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♪ Catch me on the block where they be feenin' ♪

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ where the plug don't speak English ♪

♪ lowriders at the beaches

♪ nip hustle out the speakers

♪ we be big time chiefin'

♪ where the baddies showin' cleavage ♪

♪ it's either get rich or die tryin' ♪

♪ and remember that gangstas, they move in silence ♪

♪ nervous when you hear the sirens ♪

♪ against all odds we got to get it like Tyson ♪

♪ when you look up in the mirror, are you David or Goliath ♪

♪ put pressure on your boy and watch the record go diamond ♪

♪ sitting on the throne, you seeing San Diego's finest ♪

♪ the marathon continues so i'MMA keep on grindin' ♪

♪ I'm a lengend out the hood where we're remembered like i'm telling ♪

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ dollar signs on my mind

♪ you know money is the motive

♪ wake up and chase the quota

♪ gotta hustle til you quoted

♪ you gotta stay focused til you grind and get noticed ♪

♪ make a way like Moses, keep that thing locked and loaded ♪

♪ how to sing my lowest and the pain in me is ferocious ♪

♪ I've been broke but never broken ♪

♪ this neck by the closest, swear to god I'm still standing ♪

♪ most would've folded

♪ caught a case and you told it, I know my squad the coldest ♪

♪ leave you... next to candles on the corner with some roses ♪

♪ you know it's killa ra and dominate the ♪

♪ I'll take your bitch, give her back and hit my role ♪

♪ and I'm the coldest, hit my section and you buster... know it ♪

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ I made it out the mud, straight up out the gutter ♪

♪ just screaming f... the law and dodging undercovers ♪

♪ ambition of a hustler had to grind and go get it ♪

♪ I'm all about my green, i'm like popeye and his spinach ♪

♪ it's not how you start, it's about how you finish ♪

♪ when you go from rags to riches ♪

♪ gotta keep the tunnel vision

♪ and have to rock a suit to wake up and handle business ♪

♪ in the kitchen whippin' chickens ♪

♪ make the profit then you flip it ♪

♪ and i'MMA keep on hustling

♪ gotta push it to the limit

♪ it's chess not checkers when it's time to make decisions ♪

♪ the judge and the da really looking for convictions ♪

♪ I'm from killer California where the murder rate is different ♪

♪ I'm from southern California

♪ southern California

♪ I'm from southern California

[theme music]

[Hip-hop music]

Man 1: Get your hands up in the air.

[Indistinct chatter]

How stupid is this, man?

You ain't got no warrant.

I ain't dealing with backwards cops.

You know who you messing with?

Hey, hold it down.

Hold it down here, alright?

Hold it down!

Now what the hell is going on here?

Those punks took a shot at us.

My man's dead. Y'all got the nerve to shackle me?

- For what? - Who shot at you?

Probably that bitch low ball, man.

Never could be real.

- Dirty bastard. - Yo, kill that.

- We don't know nothing. - And who are you?

I'm c.K. Berry, I'm the president of lowlife records.

This is monster. He's on my label.

You doknow who he is don't you, brother?

C.k., huh?

What does that stand for?

"Cop killer."

Torres: Well, looks like there was an ambush.

All anyone is saying is a black Jeep peeled out of here

rat-a-tat-tat, one guard is dead.

And this is what I found in Mr. Berry's car.

I hope you have a permit for that.

Sell-out.

Somebody better get us out these chains, man.

We the victims, no matter what this puerto rican slave said.

Ooh, that hurt.

How about you?

Oh, I'm all broken up.

Get them out of here.

See y'all inside.

- Ma. - Tony.

Walk with me. Oh, honey, I totally forgot. I'm sorry.

Something came up and you gotta hang here, right?

Captain o'Bern called me down to his office.

Ma, I ain't mad at you

but I could use some new gear

so... could I get some cash?

More new gear.

Here you go.

Oh, I'm sorry. That's not enough?

Here. I'll walk you out.

I'll see you at home later.

I'm sorry about today, okay?

I'm out in five minutes.

Handle your business.

Let's go!

Yo, you know who that is?

Virginia: No. Who? - It's monster.

You don't want to mess with me.

- Hey, Tony. - I got mad love for you, man.

This man has been arrested.

Virginia: Stop it. - What's your name?

No, that's enough. Give me that.

Take this... Take this man.

Keep it real, shorty.

What is the matter with you?

That man's a criminal.

Well, what'd he do?

He didn't do anything. Alright!

Go home! Go on.

Go home!

Keep it real, baby.

[Coughs]

[Sighs]

Somebody want to fill me in, please?

That's Curtis Maxwell, aka monster. He's a gangsta rapper.

Oh, how nice. So what happened today?

There was a shootout at their video shoot

and their bodyguard got shot and killed.

Mac... yeah, anyone see the shooter?

Deaf, dumb and blind.

- Then who was the target? - Could have been one...

- Could have been both. - And why is that?

Oh, you know, this rapper monster's got this public beef

with this other guy, low ball, you know...

- This whole ghetto thing. - Sorry?

You know, who's got the biggest whatever, the best lyrics,

this whole territorial thing.

That's worth taking a shot at somebody.

Virginia: Yeah. Alright, and?

A crew member said there was tension

between Berry and a manager, a guy by the name of Ellis.

- Berry pulled a gun on him. - Alright. You talk to him.

McNamara, you take this low ball character.

See if you can get his whereabouts, alright?

Nina... Nina...

Look, pick up the phone.

If you don't want to talk, then just leave me a message

telling me that you're okay.

Still beating herself up, huh?

You know what, between her and pops

I'm a little tired of the drama.

How's he doing?

In and out of clinics,

tired of people sticking him with needles.

I hear that. Somebody tells you you got full-blown aids

and gives you a timetable to live, I'd freak out too.

You know what, just once I would like him

to face his problems head-on.

I mean, is that too much to ask?

Don't you think you're being a little harsh, man?

Hey. You got g. I got Nina and pops. You want to trade?

Torres: So, Ellis, where were you at 6:00 A.M. this morning?

Probably just climbing into bed.

We know that there's some bad blood between you and Berry.

You want to tell us about that?

Look, we know he pulled a gun on you.

- What for? - He doesn't like me.

You think this is a joke, man?

Those guys got shot at and a man died. Now, that's homicide.

- Not in my flavor. - Oh, really? Since when?

Everybody knows every artist you ever managed

was into this wanna-be thug business.

That's yesterday's news. Catch up.

So what you're saying you're not into gangsta mentality no more?

Look, in this business

an artist has got to grow or go stale.

That old school gangsta front is dead.

Oh, that's good, my brother.

- I'm proud of you. - We related?

Torres: So is that what the problem was?

You wanting monster to change up?

- That's right. - And what if he didn't?

We go our separate ways.

Come on, now. The man was your bread and butter.

Monster made you.

Other way around, black.

Still, I mean, who walks away from millions of dollars

unless they're pushed?

Whatever.

[Intense music]

I got more loot than I could ever spend.

Let the devil have his hell. He's got to burn somewhere.

What'd I tell you? We'd be out in a minute.

- You got the family right? - Yo, it's done.

The flowers, the funeral, the money for the people. Relax.

Man, only... only cops should die on the job, man.

Look, I'm sorry he got popped,

but he knew the deal, he was a bodyguard.

I ain't the damn president. I'm a rapper.

And we know who did this.

No, we don't, and if we did, you let me handle it, alright.

Oh, man, dis me on a record is one thing, man, but this?

- Look, I get it... - Yo.

I told you to kill the noise.

That diarrhea at the mouth now, people going to get hurt.

Come on, man, is there something I don't know?

Ellis wants to change your style.

I took care of that.

Now if somebody tried to take a shot at you

I'll take care of that too.

Now that's all you need to know, player.

Thanks, man.

- This thing with Ellis, man? - What about him?

I don't know, man. Maybe he's right, man.

It's time to change up.

Nah, if it ain't broke, you leave it alone.

I think he knows what he's talking about.

So do I,

and we all made a gang of dough

because of that.

Come on, man, let's roll.

[Barking]

Nice doggie.

Nice. Easy, fella. Easy, easy, easy.

Come on.

[Barking]

Low ball: State your business.

Police.

Low ball: What you want?

You. Out here or me in there. Make a choice.

You might have a little problem getting in, money.

Well, unless this mutt can bounce bullets off his chest

I'd hurry.

Easy, fella.

Cannibal... inside.

Low ball... Detective McNamara.

- What's up? - You heard about monster?

- Heard they missed. - You were there?

For a minute, then I broke out.

- I've been here all day. - Anybody see you?

My neighbors, my boys

some groupie chick.

I ain't catch her name though.

So what's the deal with you and monster?

Ain't no secret, started dissin' hip hop's masters

and we ain't having it.

So you kill each other 'cause somebody said "your mama..."

[Scoffs] Look here, MacGyver

hip hop is street poetry.

But if a few lowlifes want to bring the noise

then, yo, it's on.

- You got guns in the house? Low ball: Get real, punk.

Instead of sweating me, you need to check c.K. Berry.

His whole label built off dope money.

You know how dealers are. Blink wrong and you're ghost.

You're saying Berry was the target?

You ain't hear that from me.

That's it? You finished?

- Yeah, that's it. - Later, Jake.

[Laughing]

♪ You don't have to worry

♪ I know that things ain't right ♪

♪ seems like all we do is fight ♪

♪ and it's been on my mind

♪ you don't have to worry

♪ I'm gonna make it right

♪ I'll be by your side

♪ no more lonely nights

♪ you don't have to worry

♪ what must I do to make it up to you? ♪

♪ What can I say to make you see things my way? ♪

♪ I know it's hard for you to understand ♪

♪ I did you wrong

♪ but I'll give my life to make it right ♪

♪ I know that things ain't right ♪

♪ seems like all we do is fight ♪

♪ and it's been on my mind

♪ baby, it's been on

♪ n-e expertise, please

♪ here to put the squeeze... ♪

Hey, yo, hold up. Hold up.

- Yo, what's up, man? - It's cool. It's cool.

Detective Williams and torres.

- Eh? - What's wrong now?

We'd like to ask you about monster's video shoot.

Yeah, we was up there. We heard all about the drama, baby.

But, you know, we broke out. Why what's up?

Y'all see anything out of the ordinary?

Anybody who looked like they didn't belong?

You know there's a bunch of people on our video shoots.

You know, you got record company execs

you got a bunch of hoochies, you know, for these guys.

So it's just a bunch of madness. Is that all?

Well, basically, since you didn't see nothing...

- Yeah, that's all. - Yeah, alright.

I wouldn't do what they do for all the money in the world.

Oh, yeah. All the girls... nah.

All them underwear, man,

they'd be blinding me with that.

What you think, ma?

Yo. Why you got to make it so ugly?

What? It's Halloween. Man, what the hell you talking about?

Excuse me?

Who you talking to?

Listen, I'm not one of your boys, okay?

I changed your diapers and wiped your nose.

Why you always got to go there, ma?

Listen, Curtis you do not have to pretend with me, alright?

I don't care about your street credentials

and none of that mess.

- I don't know what happened. - To what?

To me, ma. I wanted to say something.

I wanted to make a difference.

I don't know. Sounds corny when I say it out loud.

Well, you don't think you're deep enough for that

to make a difference, then change it.

Look, "sounds corny" is not a good excuse.

It's not that simple, ma.

You remember when you told me you were going to be a rapper?

[Chuckles] And you bugged.

You was like, "no. Go to school. Get your education ."

But you didn't listen. You ran around behind my back.

But I knew I could do it. I knew I had the skills.

Yes, and nothing stopped you.

- Not even me. - [Chuckles] Right. Right.

So what's the problem, Curtis?

'Cause you are a strong black man.

I owe that to you, ma.

I love you.

I love you too.

[Mellow music]

Let's see here, "Charles Keith Berry

charged with extortion and conspiracy,

robbery but never convicted."

Teflon man, huh?

He's hooked up with a guy name Xavier Walker.

Caught 25 years for murder.

Says here Xavier's a big-time drug dealer.

DEA could never connect the dots.

They haven't given up, though.

What else is there to do? The man's in prison.

They think his cousin Cornell Walker's running the operation.

They caught him with an ounce but made a deal

for him to walk if he gave up Xavier.

So why is this guy still breathing?

Xavier knew the da had him anyway.

He probably told Cornell to turn state

so he could be free to watch his back.

So what? Berry took his boy's loot, started a record label.

And bada-bing, bada-boom, the guy's got a problem.

So maybe Berry doesn't know that he's the target.

You know what? I'll pick up the cousin, rattle his cage.

[Upbeat music]

You get Berry. I'll take the rapper.

Maybe he'll say something worth listening to.

[Intense music]

Torres: Big Willie. Williams: Yo, fellas.

He's got to do this one solo.

Don't you know smoking weed is illegal?

You stay where you are.

Come on, man.

- Where is it? - Did you find any?

By the looks of things, I'd say you smoked it all already.

- This would be so easy. - To what? Huh?

Every day I stand over corpses that look just like you.

So you're gonna bring it on? Bring it on.

Why is it a brother gets shot,

and five-o acts like we had it coming?

- 'Cause maybe you do. - Where you going? Huh!

What's this going on up under here?

Oh, you like wearing these vests, huh?

Now what is that? A fashion statement for you?

What you know about it, black?

I know we from the same place, black.

Now the difference is I'm trying to do something about that.

You ain't doing a damn thing, except locking brothers up.

I'm only telling peeps about the real.

Y'all talk about the real, keep it real.

Now, what are you doing to change the sorry-ass reality?

Everybody's a critic. The thing is critics got it easy.

They talk, they don't do.

Now why is that Xavier's so pissed off at you, man?

You know I was wondering when that rumor would start.

Come on, cop, you can do better.

Alright, you want to play coy? It's your life, not mine.

I know a lot of scandalous people.

Blame it on the neighborhood but that don't mean I'm the one.

I guess you do like wearing that vest.

It goes with that hardcore image, huh?

[Scoffs] It's hell being me, man,

and it ain't a damn thing I can do about it.

You could've squashed that beef between you and low ball.

Now y'all used to be boys, right?

So what, man?

Get some coins, some love, and watch your homies trip.

Some for the good, some for the bad.

See, now, this is all about jealousy, is that right?

Now, doesn't he have his own thing going on?

Not like me. No-talent bitch.

Swears I stole his lyrics off my first hit.

Well, did you?

Don't you got some work to do or something, man?

Yeah, I got some work, my man. You my work.

Williams: I'm going to find you, baby.

McNamara: Cornell, tell me about your cousin, Xavier.

Nothing to tell. We don't talk.

I made a deal with the da, I'm clean.

Just tell me why Xavier wants Berry dead

and you can walk.

I can walk right now.

You don't got nothing on me.

Well, the da might want to know

that you didn't want to cooperate.

I'm answering the questions the best I know how.

Okay. Your cousin's a big-time drug dealer, right?

It says here that he pulled in two mil per week.

He's in on a murder beef, or don't you know?

Now that's a lot of paper. You got to do something with it.

Clean it up, like, uh, front a record company.

- Get his boy, Berry, to run it. - I told you, I'm clean.

I haven't heard from Xavier in over a year.

I swear.

Look, he is lying.

No kidding. Really?

Of course he is.

Let him go.

Notify the prison, then I want you to go spend some time

with Xavier and see if you can shake something loose.

Officer.

Detective torres.

A pleasure.

You know a Charles Berry?

I do. Old scrapper from back in the day.

- Why? He in trouble? - Maybe.

Somebody took a shot at him.

I told him all the time

you live by the gun, you die by the gun.

Oh, that's real deep

especially if you're the one pulling the strings.

You know, you flatter me, cop.

But why would I? He's my boy.

I don't know, you look like a man who's used to giving orders,

used to having people do what you say.

So?

So, maybe your boy was flexing.

And being that you're locked down

that would piss you off.

And I thought you had something to say.

Oh, I do.

I mean, you're already serving 25 years.

It'd be a shame to add 15 more

for attempted murder and conspiracy.

Can I get out of here, please?

[Intense music]

Trick-or-treat. Thank you.

Uh-oh. The devil.

Okay, here you go. Alright.

No costume, no candy, money.

Well, I ain't here for your tricks

or your treats, my man.

What you want then?

Why don't you go catch some criminals?

Oh, I'm in the right place.

You're whizzing at the wrong tree, detective.

Come on now, you and I both know this whole beef is nonsense.

Alright? So why don't you cut the drama?

- Check the lyrics, yo. - What lyrics?

Y'all ain't saying nothing.

So company rappers want to start a little controversy

make some noise.

But I know this whole thing started with

you and monster. And I know it's personal.

Yeah. You got that right.

And it ain't over till that wack-ass punk

comes correct, know what I'm saying?

So now the words and the music ain't enough, right?

Now you got to pull out your guns.

Man, I already told that other clown.

Now I'm going to tell you. It wasn't me.

Well, the jury is still out on that one, my man.

These kids are listening to what y'all are saying.

Now sooner or later somebody will take it to the next level.

And when that happens, my man, you going to be just as guilty.

Yo, that was really well-said. What, you practice that all day?

It's just like monster said. You ain't got no talent.

'Cause that's why you want to keep this going, right?

- Sell some more records. - Oh, what now?

Are you a monster fan, cop? Hey, yo, do me a favor.

Tell the dog I said bite on this.

Tell him that.

[Intense music]

[Berry laughs] Let's roll, fellas.

Yo, monster, you got it, man.

I can't believe it. You my hero.

Step, bro.

Like you, I ain't got no father.

Mom does what she can, but, you know...

So I'm going to be like you.

You don't let no one front on you.

They step wrong...

They die.

You ain't gotta go there, that's not what I'm talking about.

They can't fade you. You said it.

Told them all where to go. Keep it real.

Yo, let me talk to you.

- Yo. We got to get. Let's go. - Hold on there.

What you doing? You want to roll?

- Word? - Come on, man.

Alright.

- He with me, man. - You a baby-sitter now?

Yeah. Come on.

[Instrumental music]

[Gunfire]

Damn! They shot my boy!

Fight it, baby. Hang in there.

Get him in there! Get him in!

Get the hell away from me!

You see the shooter this time, Berry?

I saw the gun.

My boy took a bullet for him.

He saved his life.

- What's your name? - Antoine Parker.

Did you see who did this?

I saw a gun and a black forerunner with tinted windows.

- A face? Did you see a face? - No, I didn't see a face.

Come on, monster. Fight, you bastard.

Alright, little bro...

It's on now. It's on.

We got the car, lieu.

Professional, any way you look at it.

Fibers, ballistics, even the fingerprints.

A gallon of gas, and it's all gone.

Yeah, lieu. I'll take care of it.

So what? What do we got?

Cornell Walker received a phone call from Xavier

an hour before the hit.

Well, I guess I'd better pick him up, huh?

- Yeah. - Later.

[Phone rings]

Yeah. Torres.

J.c., what's up?

Right, right. I got it.

[Dramatic music]

[Music continues]

[Gunshot]

[Sirens wailing]

Officer: Freeze! Freeze! - Come on!

Torres: Drop those guns! Drop them now!

Everybody. Come on, man! Move!

Move! Up against the wall! Move it!

[Instrumental music]

Excuse me, Mrs. Maxwell. I'm detective j.C. Williams.

Sorry about your son.

You have any idea who would have done this?

I'm not a fool, you know?

I'm sorry. I don't... I don't follow.

You don't think I know how the police feel about my son.

And when he was ten

he watched the police gun down his friend.

They shot him in the back, and then they covered it up.

These kids, they become used to it after a while.

You know, pull them over, round them up.

Wrong neighborhood, stay in your place.

They're black, so they're criminal.

And pretty soon that's what they become. It's expected.

I'm from the same place, and I don't accept that.

I don't care whose narrow-minded opinion that is.

We can't feed into that.

Now you sound like my son.

He says the same thing about the cops.

How they think he brings trouble to his own house

you know, carries a gun, runs with thugs.

No disrespect, Mrs. Maxwell, but... Isn't that the truth?

He did songs about his reality.

He put his block on the map

and everybody thought that he owed them something.

He was threatened constantly because of this.

I know, I know how real it is

but your son did help feed this rage.

Maybe, but he also schooled a lot of people who never knew

and who didn't want to know.

You asked me if I knew who did this.

Yes, ma'am.

Everybody.

[Intense music]

Lieu wants you.

Well, Cornell, looks like you got a new prom date.

Enjoy.

[Door closes]

I know what you want me to say. I can't help you.

Have you heard about the new federal laws?

They're a bitch, Cornell.

Possession of that kind of money

requires a serious paper trail.

Drug dealers are losing their minds, kid.

- I don't deal though, so... - Xavier does.

Even though he's locked up, man, that is one serious brother...

Even in chains.

See, now, you,

you're sort of like between a rock

and a real hard place because I want Xavier,

and I'm not going to let you play me

like you played the feds.

I got nothing to trade.

Yeah, you do. Yes, you do.

See, you talked to the man an hour before the hit on Berry.

Somebody got shot real bad.

Do you want to say something?

Wait. I can't hear you.

No.

You make the choice

because I'll send your ass to the joint

and your wife too.

She didn't do nothing.

Well, since when does five-o care?

I mean, you know we can make it up... if we want to.

Send you to the pen on the family plan, yo?

How does that sound? Hmm?

By the way, who's going to raise your kid?

I'm going to take your ass out just like your dog.

Bring it on, bitch.

[Chuckles]

I heard your boy's hurt real bad. Think he gonna make it?

You think I'm gonna let you get another chance at him?

Man, you crazy. I ain't have nothing to do with that.

I ain't going to pay nobody.

It's going to be me, you and a bullet.

Take your ass out.

You just on a whole 'nother level, dog.

I'm a rapper. I slay on wax.

But not for long.

I don't even know how all this noise

got started in the first place.

But peep this, yo, your man's all hit up

and all you care about is more violence. What's wrong with you?

You not even out and you already bitchin' up.

What, yo, money, you step to me with anytype of madness,

and your big ass willget dealt with.

Well, we going to see.

Yeah. [Chuckles] We going to see.

[Intense music]

Hey, man...

What's up?

How you doing?

Doing better than monster.

Hey, I know. That's why I came down.

I wanted to check him out,

but miss thing there says no way.

Still critical.

- It's not right. - You two ever make peace?

Then do it, man. Now. You go back too far.

- He's in a coma. - He will hear you. Trust me.

I got to go now, but I want you to stay strong

and when my little brother wakes up...

Tell him he's in my prayers.

- Alright. - Alright.

Damn.

Friend or foe?

That's funny. I thought everybody had to pick a side.

That's been the problem all along.

Like you got to be mad at somebody

or dis them hard to make a hit record.

They shot the wrong brother.

I thought I told you to go home.

I did.

Now I'm back.

I couldn't stay away.

[Monitor beeping]

Come on. Let's go. Let's get out of here.

[Rapid beeping]

Baby, please don't die. Please... please...

Help him! Help him!

Let us work. We'll do what we can.

[Intense music]

- Try 300 joules. - 300 joules.

- Clear. - Clear!

Let's do it again.

Clear.

[Music continues]

[Sobbing]

Xavier Walker, he's got enough muscle

to reach out from his cell.

Lieutenant, then why did Berry go after low ball?

As close as he was, he had to see something.

The rapper's got an alibi, and there's a lot of people

back up his story.

You know they're going to lie for him, right?

Yeah, probably but what are we going to do about it?

What about this manager?

Ellis came by the hospital.

Even hesaid they shot the wrong guy.

- That's justhis opinion. - Not the way he said it.

Conjecture doesn't hold up in court, gentlemen.

Williams: Well, with no leads or witnesses,

I feel like I'm in Vegas.

Williams.

Yeah, okay, I'll be right down.

Cornell wants to make a deal.

Good. Let's go.

Low ball: Hey, yo, man you can't keep me in here like this.

You're free to go, baby. Your arrest has been voided.

You can collect your stuff at the sergeant's desk.

You want to press charges against Mr. Berry here?

[Chuckles] Let me think about it.

Oh, uh...

Just for your boys' information,

Curtis Maxwell died early this morning.

[Mellow music]

- Yo, man, I'm sorry... - Yo, step!

You... there is something you need to hear, baby.

Let's go.

Xavier fronted the cash. Not that you could prove it.

There's not one piece of paper, no books, nothing to connect.

That son of a bitch is lying.

McNamara: Okay, well, how did Berry

piss Xavier off then?

Big man was late with the money

kept coming up short. You just can't punk Xavier.

Not even when the brother's behind bars...

Sounds to me like you were the target

and your boy just got in the way.

Which means they're not done... killer.

Yo, am I free to go or do I need a lawyer?

Alright.

♪ I was raised in the hood called what the dif ♪

♪ where the brothers in the hood be shift-less ♪

♪ so I rest defense on my ligaments ♪

♪ pistol grip pump on my lap riskin' it ♪

♪ for life given never givin' back ♪

♪ too late for slippin'...

John.

♪ It's on my lap, it's on your lips... ♪

John...

John!

♪ And all I'm saying...

The whole house is shaking.

We have neighbors, you know.

What is that? What is that?

- That better be fake. - Monster's dead, mom.

- I did it for my brother. - Your brother?

Well, we're just going to undo it.

- You got one yourself. - Yes, John!

It's a flower

not "monster" etched into my flesh.

- That's not who you are. - In my heart.

Oh, would you please with this crap.

I let you wear those stupid clothes

and I shut my eyes when you started getting all crazy

about this gangsta rap crap

but it's enough. It stops now.

You're crazy. I mean, the lyrics are mad deep.

They're crazy metaphors for that life.

Please tell me what's so deep about calling women

bitches and whores.

'Cause, mom, there are girls out there who

jock a brother for his chips.

If the females ain't like that

then they got no reason to bug, do they?

John, could you try to utter

just one sentence in English, please?

No, mom, I... I'm not trying to hear that noise.

I should listen to cat Stevens say things like

"bread," "groovy," "peace?"

Grandma didn't get you neither. Leave me alone.

No, I'm not going to leave you alone.

This is my house and I don't want to hear this crap.

Fine.

[Rap music on headphones]

Clean up this damn room, damn it!

- What's up, black? - You, brother.

- Got a square? - Yeah.

Hold it.

Them bulls are always worried somebody's trying to kill 'em.

Everybody...

Everybody worried about that.

I come out in 2002.

Remember.

A lot can happen in six years.

[Chuckles]

A lot can happen in a second.

- We straight? - We always were.

- Then handle your business. - That's why I'm here.

Family's bringing you down.

Thanks for the sticks.

[Instrumental music]

Guard: Open up.

[Upbeat music]

♪ Mmm-mmm

♪ do we get to go?

♪ I want to know right now

♪ I need to know

♪ hey, hey, hey

♪ who holds jurisdiction over my twisted thoughts? ♪

♪ And am I to blame for what's happening off in this game? ♪

♪ I'm do or die about my scratch ♪

♪ but I know this dough game for me ♪

♪ just ain't the way to go

♪ but still I'm there grinnin' and winnin' ♪

♪ just like the next folding paper ♪

♪ thinking of ways to load another caper ♪

♪ and it's a cold twist to know ♪

♪ that I could slang all night

♪ and slang all day

♪ but never have the courage to pray ♪

♪ believe I know better

♪ but somehow I feel I'm lost at the crossroad ♪

♪ but am I scared to move across? ♪

♪ Could it be what I'm drinkin' ♪

♪ they got me thinkin' like I'm thinkin'? ♪

♪ Lord, I need help

♪ but I can't help myself

♪ awaken to the sound of sirens, homies dying ♪

♪ kids in the street with no food to eat ♪

♪ prostitutes getting money in they only profession ♪

♪ but, lord, I've only got one question ♪

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die, but if so, I'd like to know ♪

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die

♪ but if so, I'd like to know

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die

♪ I didn't shoot that man, but I watched him die ♪

♪ and saw the pain and the struggle in his eye ♪

♪ and didn't cry so when I start to hear the thunder ♪

♪ are you taking me under?

♪ Or is my sin just as bad as the gunner? ♪

♪ Do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die, but if so, I'd like to know ♪

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die unh-unh ♪

♪ do gs get to go to heaven?

♪ 'Cause I don't want to die

gentlemen.

Mr. Walker, are you ready to give your statement?

Yes, sir.

Alright, this is a formal deposition.

You understand you're under oath?

What is the nature of the relationship

between Charles Berry and Xavier Walker?

[Intense music]

I refuse to answer under the grounds

that it may incriminate me.

Does Xavier Walker own lowlife records?

I invoke my fifth amendment rights

under the United States constitution.

Well, I think you've wasted enough of my time.

I'm not the one wasting time here.

This witness wanted to make a deal.

He gave a signed statement.

McNamara: Lieu?

I think you better take a look at this.

Mr. Walker, has your life been threatened?

- Or that of your family? - Don't answer that.

Virginia: Mr. Berry paid a visit

to Xavier Walker yesterday

and suddenly the witness has amnesia?

You can go.

- Mr. Spencer, please... - Sorry, lieutenant.

There's nothing I can do. He took the fifth.

We can protect you.

I told you what you wanted to hear

but I can't lie under the oath.

Alright. So now you're going to go to jail

and your wife might be charged as well.

- Is that what you want? - Who's threatening now?

Oh, please.

What about your wife, Mr. Walker?

She's on her own.

[Instrumental music]

[Gunshot]

[Instrumental music]

♪ Hey, cowboys, why don't you put your guns down ♪

♪ this ain't the wild west where they all meet at sundown ♪

♪ you need to be taught shakedown the breakdown ♪

♪ to help you realize this here ain't our type of town ♪

♪ negro heroes burned flesh so we could rest ♪

♪ ain't nothing new except you doing you ♪

♪ you use that knife, this army losin' a life ♪

♪ and when you use the gun, your mama losin' a son ♪

♪ so take care of your mental and physical health ♪

♪ and spiritually learn to love yourself ♪

♪ and once you do that and see that it's true ♪

♪ learn to love the people who look like you ♪

♪ explain it to the seeds so they can feel the pain ♪

♪ is it live or is it video?

♪ But don't confuse with TV camera crews ♪

♪ who cover action news, that's where my verses turn to blues ♪

♪ mad dreams bite the dust

♪ but the nightmares they remain with us ♪

♪ we need to really stop them street corner wars ♪

♪ and activate the whole society of men ♪

♪ for one common cause

♪ alright, gimme an applause

♪ if you're with me on the fact that we need to create ♪

♪ a righteous system and live by the laws... ♪

[Music continues]

Detective Williams.

♪ Brother, brother, brother, sister lover ♪

♪ can't you see what's going on? ♪

♪ Take a good look at what's going on, y'all ♪

♪ it's all about the need for one another ♪

♪ one another, y'all

♪ we've been dying for so long ♪

♪ and until we decide to let the violence cease ♪

♪ you and I will lay deceased as our kids fight for peace ♪

♪ can't die no more no unh

♪ a brother don't want to die

♪ tailor-made but put in the world to pass by ♪

♪ but when you're passing, do your thing in such a fashion ♪

♪ don't step on toes

♪ death becomes all of those

♪ with god and love and never look back ♪

♪ now the decks are stacked for more love and less crack ♪

♪ black man, time has come to fight back ♪

♪ getting props with massive body drops ♪

♪ getting locked but keeps finding god sitting in a cell ♪

♪ but he lost them in the streets ♪

♪ have mercy on yo mama, when they cause drama ♪

♪ running around the place with a trail of bad Karma, yo ♪

♪ the way you live, got all your people stressin' ♪

♪ they hope that they don't come before you ♪

♪ realize you need to count your blessings ♪

[Wolf howling]